I went out to peek around Chelsea galleries… creating the usual sence of dread and nausea. I saw a few okay things (the Breitz video show at Sonnabend asks all those semiotic questions about gender and pop culture that have become sort of droning, but does it in a surpisingly musical, human, and even joyful manner… actually it allows the audience to ask those questions within an aesthetic experience as opposed to preaching…. so at least I was smiling once… its very nice to hear people laughing in a gallery). The rest of the day left me tense and depressed. Rustled up the change in my pocket and bought a lonesome beer. When I got home I realized that Old Millwaukee = OM, OM, OM, OM…. beer as buddhist prayer wheel.
